Gan Ping saw the reaction of these senior brothers behind him, a little strange, but even if he understood the reason, he smiled slightly bitterly in his heart, the world is really cold, these people see that they obviously have a grudge against Li Xing'an, so they are afraid of getting into trouble, but this cultivator is no different from a person in the market. Gan Ping smiled self-deprecatingly, and without saying much, he stood in front of the line, waiting to enter the main peak. Behind him, all the black-clothed disciples looked at the thin back of the young man with their own thoughts, their eyes flickering, jealousy, fear, and pity.

I don't know how this Gan Ping offended that Li Xing'an, it seems that he still has a good relationship with the inner disciples, which makes these servants of the Earth Fire Hall respect and fear, these Earth Fire Hall disciples are idle every day, and the news is the most well-informed, so what kind of character Li Xing'an is, how can they not know? It's just that what makes them puzzled is how this Gan Ping climbed into the friendship of the inner disciple, but it's a pity that he offended that Li Xing'an, even the inner disciple is difficult to speak for him, it seems that this Gan Ping's good days are coming to an end.

With the order of the person on the huge rock, the disciples who had been waiting at the foot of the mountain for a long time rushed in, Gan Ping entered it with the team, he originally thought that he was going to walk for a while, he was stunned to find that it was only a few steps away to the top of the mountain, he couldn't help but look back at the mountain road when he came, thinking that someone must have performed the magic channel method of shrinking thousands of miles on it, otherwise, if these disciples want to all walk on the peak of these thousands of miles, it is impossible to have a few hours, which makes Gan Ping sigh again The magic of the Dao method.

A cadre of disciples came to the top of the peak, counting the money disciples gathered in the square, Gan Ping raised his eyes, in front of him was a huge mountain gate, on which the dragon flying and the phoenix danced three big characters - the mountain hall, taken from the meaning of the mountains and rivers, the atmosphere is majestic and people dare not force to look. With Mr. Zhang's study of poetry and calligraphy for so many years, Gan Ping also has a certain understanding of calligraphy, and he is quite surprised that these ancestors of Miaochengzong have made great achievements in calligraphy and painting, and integrate their perception and practice experience of the way of heaven with this word. The three big characters in front of the iron hook silver sword qi vertically and horizontally, it seems that it is the hand of this Miaocheng patriarch, according to legend, this Miaocheng patriarch is a sword cultivator, and then broke down a great name, which created a line of Miaochengzong, and now a look is true, the three words in front of the sword qi soar into the sky, obviously containing a set of clever swordsmanship in it.

Gan Ping squinted his eyes and looked at the plaque full of sword intent for a long time, and was frustrated to find that he couldn't see the clues of this sword technique at all, and the complexity of the tricks was incomprehensible.

A bell rang in front of the hall, the tall hall door suddenly opened, and two teams of boys came out, holding incense burners, floating dust, jade chimes, Ruyi and other things are lined up left and right, a person walks out of the apse, the head is high, a fiery red sword is obliquely inserted on it, the face is square, the nose is straight and the mouth is wide, the two Chongxiao sword eyebrows go straight into the sideburns, a long hair hangs down on the chest, the face is red and not angry and self-threatening, wearing the embroidered sun, moon and stars gossip robe, stepping on the waist of a white sheng bright crystal Xuanbing rope, walking majestic, without a trace of the tranquil breath of a cultivator, the end is the murderous aura in front of him, the majesty behind him, the whole person is like a general who has been on the battlefield for a lifetime。

Gan Ping smacked his tongue, it seems that this is the head of Miaochengzong without anger, but this head looks more like a general, which makes Gan Ping a little caught off guard, such a murderous aura, such a domineering momentum, and the image of Gan Ping's heart is completely different, such a domineering character does not look like the head of the Xiuzhen faction, Gan Ping secretly slandered himself, if this head is sent down the mountain, just with this murderous face is a bandit leader, this is just a thought about it, he doesn't dare to say it.

Gan Ping was angry and just wanted to ask, but found that those senior brothers were far away from him, as if they were afraid of being infected with some plague. Gan Ping frowned, as if he had noticed something, turned his head to look, and sure enough, among the white-clothed disciples not far away, Li Xing'an was glaring at him fiercely with a gaze that wanted to choose people, Gan Ping sighed in his heart, it seems that this matter is not good. Thinking of this, Gan Ping straightened up, looked at the hall in front of him, and completely ignored Li Xing'an's gaze, let you rain and wind, I will stand still, if you have any tricks, just use it.

On the high platform in front of the hall, the majestic and lifeless real person stood proudly, and the whole person stood there like a sword that broke through the sky. He glanced at the disciples in the audience slightly, under his gaze, Gan Ping lowered his head slightly, but his heart was tumbling like a stormy wave, this master of the real person is so strong and domineering, just glanced at the audience lightly, and in the place where he could see, he actually felt a sword aura rushing towards his face, and there was a faint tendency to retreat. This is just the unconscious sword qi emanation of the real person in charge, and there are nearly 10,000 disciples sharing the sword intent, if it is really aimed at someone, just this sharp sword intent can destroy his mind, it seems that this master is like the Miaocheng ancestor back then, and he is taking the path of this sword cultivation.

Wu Wuzhen Zhenren glanced at the disciples below, and said loudly: "Today's big exam, all the disciples need to do their best to show what they have learned, do not slack off, do not quarrel, love the same family, do you know?" The voice was like a sonorous gold and stone, cutting to the core, and a sword intent was pressed down between the words, and the nearly 10,000 disciples in the field all felt that thousands of sword qi were coming, and they all did not dare to slack off and bowed down and replied: "No!" 10,000 people shouted in unison, shaking the trees in the forest and the birds all flying. The number of places in this year-end examination is limited, if the outer disciples want to enter the inner door, a fight is inevitable, and it is inevitable that there will be disability in the battle every year.

Seeing that although the disciples below were respectful, they all looked disapproving, and the angerless real person sighed slightly in his heart, and waved his sleeves and said, "Then, let's start!" After speaking, he ignored it and turned around and walked to the top of the main hall. The deacons who had already prepared below took these disciples everywhere, and Gan Ping, under the leadership of Senior Brother Gu Senran, walked towards the corner of the square.

In this year-end exam, if the miscellaneous disciples do not meet the standards, they do not need to participate in the assessment, and they can walk around at will to watch the verification competitions everywhere. As for the outer disciples, they must be tested for cultivation to enter the realm, and if the number of disciples who meet the standards for entering the inner gate is exceeded, they will be divided into higher ranks in the ring and selected for admission. The most exciting thing is the ranking examination school of the inner disciples, although they are all inner disciples, but they also have to be divided into high and low, these inner disciples are all amazing and beautiful, how can they be left behind? Therefore, this inner disciple ranking battle is the highlight of the year-end examination every year, and all the idle disciples are all heading towards the ten rings, which is where the inner disciples are assessed.

Gan Ping followed the senior brother to a corner of the square, compared to the bustle of the inner disciple assessment place, this corner full of black-clothed disciples is much more depressed, and I think about it, the disciple cultivation assessment in the middle stage of qi refining is not very interesting, even those servant disciples do not want to come here to watch. Gu Senran led Gan Ping to this side, let Gan Ping wait alone, and then walked to the row of tables on the side, and said something to the old man behind him, the old man glanced at Gan Ping slightly, then picked up the pen and wrote a few times, and then handed a sign to Gu Senran.

Curiously looking at the senior brother to hand over his own brand, the bronze brand is impressively printed with a "E" word Yang, behind the brand there are two small words Eleven, I think I am the E Eleven. This is Gan Pingcai's free time, and he hurriedly asked Gu Senran: "Senior brother, is that the real person who is in charge of the Sect without anger?" "Well, that is the real person in charge of our Miao Cheng Sect, the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant." Hearing this, Gan Ping couldn't help but ask again: "Then why is this master of the real person so ... And so..."

Two in a row, Gan Ping couldn't tell what the angerless real person was, not that he couldn't describe it, but looked at the disciples around him, and he couldn't ask. "It's not like a person who cultivates the truth, right?" a person next to him replied, Gan Ping turned his eyes, and the person who came was tall and burly, and it was the senior brother who took the lead in the Tiangong Hall that he met on the road before.

The person who came said hello to Gu Senran first, turned his head and said to Gan Ping with a smile: "You want to ask why the head of the sect is so different from other cultivators, right?" Gan Ping was speechless for a while, speechless, and said with a smile: "It's no wonder you, the master of the Angerless Real Man is practicing the secret Qingyuan sword technique in the door, and the murderous aura of the whole body is the one passed down by the ancestor of Miaocheng back then, and the exercises that the masters of the past generations must practice, it is the supreme heart method in the door, of course, it is very different from ordinary people." Gan Ping heard this and suddenly realized, it turned out to be caused by this exercise, no wonder he saw the sword qi volley of the angerless real person, like a hundred battle generals, he hurriedly thanked the senior brother of the Tiangong Palace, that person was extremely bold, smiled loudly, waved his hand and said: "This is not a big secret, almost everyone in the sect knows, only you disciples who have just started do not know, although this palm of the real person does not seem to be angry and arrogant, but the person is very good, often admonishes the disciples to love the same door, but it is a pity..."

Saying that, this person looked at the place where the inner disciple was taking the entrance examination on the other side of the square, and his face showed a worried expression, and Senior Brother Gu Senran smiled and said: "Senior Brother Zongqi, are you worried about Brother Ling? Brother Ling Zong Wei is already in the realm of condensation at a young age, and he will definitely win in the future." The man smiled brightly when he heard this, hugged his fists and said, "Borrow your auspicious words from my brother." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Gan Ping, "You are Gan Ping, aren't you?" When I saw it today, it was really extraordinary, hahaha!"